#american tin ceiling

[leoppii]

Home Bar Family Room in Philadelphia

Family room - mid-sized transitional open concept family room idea with a bar, gray walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

#american tin ceiling #provincial stain #silver brush bronze #delta faucet #floating shelves #sectional sofas

[weareva]

Transitional Family Room in Philadelphia Inspiration for remodeling a mid-sized transitional open concept family room with a bar, gray walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a wall-mounted television

#arhaus #floating shelves #sherwin williams #tin backspash #delta faucet #american tin ceiling #sectional sofas

[vintagehomecollection]

In this compact U-shaped kitchen, sink, stove, and refrigerator are within easy reach of each other; the butcher clock table serves as a work island.

The Good Housekeeping Complete Guide to Traditional American Decorating, 1982

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #interior design #home decor #kitchen #wallpaper #antique #stove #butcher block #marbled tin #cookware #lantern #country #traditional #american #style #home #architecture #beamed ceiling

[the-outer-topic]

1934 Classics at the Air Terminal - Stan Stokes

Stan Stokes, in his painting, 1934 American Classics, beautifully portrays a Hollywood movie star and her pet dog embarking on a chartered Ford Trimotor from the Grand Central Air Terminal (owned and operated by Curtis-Wright) in California. Probably bound for a weekend visit to San Simeon, the palatial retreat of the publishing magnate, William Randolph Hearst, the trip to San Luis Obispo will take only ninety minutes. The early afternoon rains have left puddles on the tarmac, but fair skies have returned to the San Gabriel mountains, and the trip should be a smooth one. During the Great Depression the Packard Company introduced some of its most stunning and high performance automobiles. The 1934 Packard LeBaron Speedster, pictured in the painting, was one such machine. Costing nearly $8,000 the Packard LeBaron Speedster was about two to three times the price of a nice three bedroom house. Only the very wealthy could afford such luxuries during the Depression. Note that the Speedsters fenders are reminiscent of the wheel covers on racing planes during the era of the Thompson Trophy Air Races. The Speedster was powered by a 160 HP V-12 engine which displaced 445 cubic inches. Around this time it is believed that among the Hollywood notables that owned Packard Speedsters were both Clark Gable and Douglas Fairbanks. The Ford Trimotor was introduced in 1926 and between 1926 and 1933 Ford produced approximately 200 of these capable aircraft. Ford Trimotors remained in service long after they were made technically obsolete by more modern aircraft, and it is reputed that one aircraft built in 1928 was still in regular service as late as 1970. Admiral Byrd utilized a 4-AT version of the Trimotor for his 1929 Antarctic expedition. The Ford Trimotor played an important role in introducing commercial aviation to the general public during the years of the Great Depression. The basic model carried eleven passengers and a crew of two, had a cruising speed of 107 MPH, an operational ceiling of 16,500 feet, and a range of 570 miles. Due to its corrugated metal exterior skin the Trimotor was affectionately known as the Tin Goose. The Tin Goose had a wingspan of nearly 78 feet, and was fifty feet in length. In 1930 Transcontinental and Western Air (TWA) began the first coast-to-coast commercial service utilizing Ford Trimotors. The trip took only thirty-six hours, if the weather was cooperative

#stan stokes #automotive art

[freezing-kaiju]

Will you send your sea angels?

Biotober prompt 11: Abyssal

warnings: body horror, brief mention of self-mutilation, religion, thallassal horror, transhumanism or perhaps dehumanization.

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It’s as clear as the day is long; I don’t belong down here.

 I found out that the second sub was gone today, it’s long since been gone, and I can’t launch it alone anyway. The stuff I found...Jenkins’s watch, Rhys’s horrible little brand of hairgel, Schumacher’s chair, right where everyone leaves everything. Their spare stashes of underwear, too; not much fits, but I’ve made do.

There will be energy still; generators bolted to the vents, gaining and maintaining power for so long as they keep running. Desalination plants, that give me water enough to bathe in and drink, all without my maintenance. I can adjust them, I can make demands, but...

I sit on my heels and I pray for rescue.

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I sit on my heels as I pray for rescue. I’m getting paler every day; when they haul me up I’ll probably burst into flames from the sun. Swear I can see my veins sometimes. It feels like there’s people out there sometimes. Wish I could just slap on a wetsuit and head out there, but the pressure wouldn’t do me any favors. I’m staying active instead, running sprints, trying to remember what stretches help. Calisthenics, right? Is that what it’s called? Keeping my everything in… in shape. The protein powder’ll help too! Maybe Chase’ll think it’s sick when I show up just completely roided up. Mr. Mechanic, I need to get jacked. Hulk Hogan type body.

Good lord, I’ll never get American Made out of my head now…

Maybe I should try writing my own.

What was that Sherlock Holmes thing, learning new things that aren’t essential shoves old things out of the mind? I forgot my phone number today. Finally remembered which doors lead to the chemical storage straight from my room, though, so that has to be connected. 

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I sit as I heal and I pray for rescue. No fat to make soap; I've cut off all I care to of my own. The water will do. It’s done enough, it’ll do more, but somehow it got a little sweet. It’s enough. My food’s getting low enough to carry all together, the sixth month has to be up sooner than later. That’s good though! As long as I ration it properly, I can make it two more months.  Exercise’s paying off; I found a spare propeller in one of the crawlspaces earlier and, wouldn’t you know, it’s light enough to use as a baton! I...do need to be careful, though. Scarred the ceiling a couple times. If enough damage happens, the air’ll all get out, and the facility’ll become one big water damage souffle. All the salt’ll kill my plants too.

Humans go insane without plants, so really, I’m lucky I’m alone here. Rhys’d kill the whole crop and put his head through the window by the end of week 1. 

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I sit and this heals and I pray for rescue. I tried drinking the hair gel and, honestly, it helped. I feel crisper. Sleeker! Like a cat. I can get a cat someday, can’t I? It kind of feels like there’s some of them outside. I swear I can hear coyotes out there sometimes, yowling in groups of three that prance around the station. Sometimes, I can see them. But I can cover the portholes and keep them away. It’s not like any light’s getting through anyway. 

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I sit, and I heel, and I prey for rescue.

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And I pray, and prey, and pray, and prey, because God will feed me soon. My family will come and feed me soon. I can almost see them out there, in a tin can just like my own, reaching out for me. I wish I knew what it’ll look like. I should greet them. I should swim out and greet them. 

Fuck, I wish I could swim out. When they pull me out of this, I’ll have to go through decompression, and...hell, I’ll be grateful. The pressure down here gets so bad I can barely walk anymore. That’s why nobody’s found me, it has to be, I’m just so close to the earth’s core that gravity’s pulling me down. It’s useful for praying, though. My legs don’t get numb anymore. 

Is god feeding me?

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I... I looked in the mirror today. I...

My eyes are gone.

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I’m still human, aren’t I? I....

Something happened to me. Something...happened...to me, but.

But I tried it out. It’s been forever since I spoke to someone else but I can still sing my prayers. So I tried it. Went...went back to a mirror and looked at.

Myself. 

I can still speak.

Hey, how are you, my name is Janet, I’m a human being, just like you. I was left here. Something happened to me. I’m doing alright but I’d like to try...a cupcake. Some apples. Anything edible that wasn’t meat. I... these teeth, the teeth I have left are-- no, looking closely, my molars are still there, it’s just that the front ones got...longer... I. Those....weren’t my hands, though. 

I... I don’t think I want to look in the mirror anymore.

But if I can speak! I can shout, even, I can still manage a great big HIIII HELLOOOO NICE TO SEE YOUUU that echoes through the whole station! So they won’t shoot me! I’ll just...stay a bit away from the front door, and greet them, and ask that they don’t shoot me, and say my name and maybe some identifying characteristics. Like...like cheating at the mile run in the third grade and crying to my parents about it. 

If they do bring guns... I don’t think I can run anymore.

So...so, I kneel, and pray, that they’ll bring me home.

#thallassal horror #body horror #halloween #mutation #deep sea #biotober #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing #ocean horror #my writing

[abwwia]

Alison Saar, Rouse, 2012, wood, bronze, paper, antler sheds, and stamped ceiling tin, dimensions variable, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Museum purchase through the American Women’s History Initiative Acquisitions Pool, administered by the Smithsonian American Women’s History Initiative, 2022.32A-C, © 2012, Alison Saar. Courtesy of L.A. Louver

#Alison Saar #art by women #art #women's art

[rolandopujol]

As the 1920s roared, Henry Hildebrandt opened a luncheonette and ice cream parlor in Williston Park, New York. It was a time when stores like Hildebrandt’s were the heartbeats of American downtowns. But slowly, they went away, so many that by the early 21st century, Hildebrandt’s was among the last of its kind. The Long Island restaurant was so unique that it became a darling on Instagram, its storefront hailed as one of the most beautiful in America. And then, Hildebrandt’s almost became a memory, too. In 2020, a new landlord hiked rents, and the family running the place since 1974 revealed Hildebrandt’s would close unless a miracle happened. Well, a miracle happened this year, on Super Bowl Sunday. The Los Angeles Rams were not the only winners that night. That’s when Randy Sarf and his father walked in for ice cream. Sarf was a regular at @hildebrandts, and when the owner at the time, Bryan Acosta, confirmed that the ice cream parlor was doomed, Sarf decided right then and there: “We’re going to save the place.” He put his money where his mouth is, he said, buying two plush tigers that the shop was selling - appropriately, the Cincinnati Bengals were the other team playing that night - for $1,000. That was only Sarf’s kickoff. He soon brought in his cousin, Spencer Singer, and they bought the place. With Sarf’s business chops and Singer’s experience in trades, including fashion, they are putting their skills to work. “It’s a special place for him. And Nassau County and beyond,” Singer said. “When I first stepped back into this place, I knew it right away. I was hooked.” They’ve committed to not simply keeping Hildebrandt’s open but to revitalizing it. Those careful changes will highlight its historical character - like revealing a long-hidden tin ceiling - while making tweaks to the menu but still preserving the classic dishes. They are making sure the crown jewel gets the spotlight it deserves - the ice cream. It’s made on the premises, comes in more than a dozen flavors, and is the foundation for an expansion of Hildebrandt’s brand. Please read the rest of my story and check out our @abc7ny & @localish video at the link in my bio! #retrologist (at Hildebrandt's Restaurant - Williston Park, Long Island, NY) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci_fQ8XLiZg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#retrologist

[fromthedust]

Alison Saar (American, b.1956)

BAREROOT - wood, bronze, ceiling tin, and tar - 17"x 81″x 48" (43.18 x 205.74 x 121.92 cm)

LOST AND FOUND - wood, tin, and wire - 28½"x 125"x 33" (72.4 x 317.5 x 83.8 cm) - 2003

SAPPHIRE - wood, glass shards, electric lights, mixed media  - 28″x 31"x 10" (71.1 × 78.7 × 25.4 cm) - 1985

SWEEPING BEAUTY - 1997

WEIGHT - 2012

KITCHEN AMAZON - wood, ceiling tin, barbed wire, tar, found skillets, linoleum, and found chain - 81"x 21″x 20″ - 2019

SORROW’S KITCHEN - 2020

MO’FRO - wood, tin, barbed wire - 33"x 21½"x 18" - 2006

BROOD - found children’s chairs, fiberglass, bronze - 98″× 20″× 20″ (248.9 × 50.8 × 50.8 cm) - 2008

HYGIEA - mixed-media installation - dimensions variable - 2020

“A lot of my life has been a balancing act between anger and a kind of serenity, and that’s also reflected in my process.”

#art by others #other's artwork #Alison Saar #sculpture #mixed media #wood #tin #copper #found objects #wire

[bitchsexuality]

i dont give a shit about the met gala but i think they should just let people pick the theme. like they open a google form or something and a lot of random people say how they want all those silly celebrities to dress and then they use random.org the random number generator website to pick one (fairness)

crucially, and this is the most important part of my idea so pay attention, white USians are automatically disqualified from submitting anything. and also crucially the next met gala result is going to be rigged in my favor (corruption) so the 2023 gala theme will be one or more of the following:

- mom who is kinda obsessively in love with chayanne vibe (both “mom” and “chayanne” are gender neutral)

- trencito de la alegría. any celebrity whose costume is worth more than 20 US dollars will be mocked, insulted, ridiculed and bullied by the latin americans strategically placed around the met. only 3 supermen are allowed. there can be an infinite number of spidermen but they have to hang from the ceiling

- tiger blanket. i will not elaborate

- the feeling of existential dread and misery you get when you open a cookie tin and find sewing tools

- redistribution. celebrities are told to dress however they want but they must give me their credit card numbers and keys to all their houses. while they’re busy doing whatever bullshit they do in there i steal everything. maybe i take a nap or perhaps a bubble bath :)

- Hunting The Kardashians For Sport (self explanatory)

#otherworldly whispers

[thycultleader-blog]

ive come to terms with the reality that my coming of age will never be the same as the teens in the west. it will never be as exhilarating and filled with adrenaline as what the western teen films promise. my coming of age will always be jarring like a foreboding storm just before the first thunder claps against the dark sky. it will always be a rueful train wreck caught between the haze of a fever dream.

it is the chipped wallpaper of my childhood bedroom inside a house that seems to cave in, the uniform yellowed by time as it was passed from one hand to another, the cracked leather on a pair of black shoes that is two sizes smaller to fit in, it is the dying flicker of a streetlight no one cared enough to replace, the rain dripping from the ceiling with a tin can to catch it, the dust covered feet of street children hopscotching through jeepneys stuck in traffic, the unexpected strangers i've met and had a conversation with but scared enough to ask for their names and wonder if they live the same bleak life i have been treading on.

it is the guttural screams ive released in a defeated argument with my father only to be silent on his funeral not knowing how to feel with his passing, the obsession to have my mother's validation no matter how clear it is that she favor's another, my rebellious sister clawing her way out of a dysfunctional family only to walk back home pregnant, the piles of dishes ive washed with the thought of killing myself using the dirty knife laying on the sink, it is knowing how to lick the hand that feeds you right after you cower in fear as the same hand strikes you, the curfews before 5pm or you suffer a sit down with your parents, the religious indoctrination at a young age to attend a church that will only condemn you for your identity, it is knowing sex through unreliable sites rather than your parents or your teachers, the drugs between alleys, children forced into labor, and underage trafficked into trading their bodies for scraps to feed on, the constant questioning of purpose and beliefs while battling with religious guilt.

it is knowing that some types of love could be bad through the non consensual touches of your kin, it is smoking in cemeteries cause the dead listens better than the living, the dreams ive dreamt since i was a child only to end up choosing to let them go, the desires i couldnt talk about for they are deemed as taboo, the times i tried to speak up in a room filled with adults only to be shushed for my age, it is the people going down one by one on the national news like bloodied dominoes for going against a system that oppresses the poor and the minority, the small town that i live in that almost everyone yearns to leave, the risks that we took and the dreams we let go when the money's paper thin, the romanticization of generational trauma and abuse from my lineage, hoping that sugarcoating it will make it bearable for me to swallow, it is the person i couldve been but could never become.

my coming of age will always be rooted in my experiences as a southeast asian living in a religious 3rd world country with its dying economy. my coming of age experience and my expectation of how it should and could have been will always be affected by an internalized colonial mentality stemming from transgenerational traumas and abuse from years of colonization. being raised through the lens and influences of the west, in a way, we were born to have this some sort of unconscious american dream. raised to be a child with a promised tomorrow and grow up to change something big in the world.

my coming of age in this country may speak to people that are filled with rage, yearning, and regret with whom at a young age where molded into someone they were expected to be but never given any real chance of becoming.

- jeremiah

#ramblings #thoughts #coming of age #religion #southeastasia

[funnywiccanwritingcorner]

Le Joyau le plus precieux - Candyfloss

Chapter III

The entrance to the candy shop was ridiculously squashed at the sides by the facades of the two adjacent buildings. It consisted of a microscopic shop window and an equally small door, all supported by a chocolate-coloured frame. The sign above the entrance displayed in large letters "Billy's Candy".

Jesse's first impression on coming across it was that the architect had been inspired by some bizarre building from a Tim Burton film. He grabbed the brass door handle and opened it; the sound of an old bell alerted the owner of the presence of someone.

Billy emerged from behind the counter; when he realised it was the actor he smiled: -Hello, stranger! Not even a day has passed and here you are!- But the other was not listening to him. He was too busy looking at the rows of shelves full of jars filled with all kinds of delicacies, each with its own label and the price written under the name. The furniture was all the same colour as the door, even the counter looked like a chocolate bar. Of all this, Jesse made an almost murmured summary: -It's bigger on the inside...- -Ah! I see where you got this one from!- -Huh?- -The quote.- -I didn't make any quote.- -... Forget it. Back to us, were you really that eager to see me again?- The actor snorted: -You told me where to find you, I simply...- -Wait wait, I'll be right back.- Billy disappeared again under the counter; after a minute Jesse, not seeing him not return, decided to peek over it. There was an open metal trapdoor in the floor.

-What the...- He went behind the counter and approached: a wooden ladder led down, and a smell of caramel was rising along with a strange bubbling noise. Taking small steps down the ladder, the actor gradually detected other aromas such as mint, vanilla and chocolate, and even biscuits. He then found himself in a space as large as the one upstairs, full of ovens and cookers but also strange stills for distillation and pots of various shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling. Two large refrigerators in the corners of the same wall sent out a low hum; on the opposite side a large red brick oven had just been switched off. Right around it was bustling Billy, who with red oven mitts was placing trays of biscuits on a shelf. All the furniture, curiously enough, was in the the same shade of colour as that of the shop.

-Just in time! The lady would kill me if I screwed up her order!- exclaimed the blond man taking the last batch. -Do you bake the sweets yourself?- -Sure, what did you think, that I had mini workers cooking down here?- -I thought you had at least one helper.- -I can't afford staff.- He removed his gloves and bent down to take from the lower counters some white boxes, like those you see in American movies for carrying doughnuts. -That's a lot of biscuits.- -Yeah, they're for the owner of a tea shop I know; she's three blocks away. She's a bit of a cranky spinster but not a bad one, and she pays well.- Being careful not to burn himself, he transferred the biscuits from the baking tins to the boxes. -How long have you been open, exactly?- -Three months. But things have only been running for two.- -And you did all this by yourself?- -Not really. There used to be a Chinese restaurant here, but they closed it down after the owner served accidentally bad shrimps for dinner. Twenty people intoxicated, can you imagine? Everything was already set up, I just had to redo the wiring and tidy up a bit here and there.- He closed the chat along with the last box: -Now I gotta make the delivery, man, so...- -Naturally. But could I know the shop's closing time?- Billy looked at him puzzled: -Why...?- -If I may be so bold, I would like to continue our conversation later.-

The blond was stunned. Was he making fun of him? After all, he was an actor, even if he was a little weirdo. -Do you want a date?- Jesse didn't flinch: -I'd say more like a walk. What do you think?- -That you're crazy.- He loaded the stacked boxes into his arms and walked towards the steps. The other followed him:  -Remember when I told you about being interested in someone?- -Vaguely.- -What if I told you that my interest is seriously about you?- Billy placed the boxes on the counter top and took some string from a drawer: 

-You don't have many friends, do you?- -You don't answer a question with another question.- -And I'll ask you another: why would someone like you would ever have an interest in me?- -Like me?- Tightening the knot of the string, the candyman added: -Yes, well, you seem to me a cultured an refined fellow, whereas yours truly is just a high-school graduate.- -You shouldn't belittle yourself like that.- -I'm used to it.- He picked up the boxes again and headed for the exit: -Thanks anyway; it's been a while since I had heard an excuse, even if it was a bit trite, to convince me to go out. It's almost flattering, daddy.- While talking, he had opened the door by pushing the handle with his elbow, and without giving the other time to reply, gave him a playful tongue with a wink, and ran out.

Astonished, Jesse stood motionless on the spot for a moment, trying to put the sequence of events in a logical order, but he was unable to do so, and he also had the feeling that he had been somehow misunderstood. But one thing became clear to him: the boy had a problem relating to others. And neither did he get angry at being mocked. With a sigh, he adjusted his scarf and prepared to leave. He noticed that the shop's timetable had actually been placed in a corner of the window in the form of a sticker.

-I was expecting you ten minutes ago, boy! Where have you been?- -I've been having trouble, ma'am...- -Miss!- Next thing you know, she'll be getting yelled at by that nutcase, so Billy handed her the biscuit tins and reiterated: -Miss Jane, if I discount you ten euros will you stop yelling at me?- She took the boxes under her arm and, huffing, adjusted a lock of her carrot-coloured hair behind her ear: -I'll go get the money, wait here.- Billy watched her disappear into the diner; meanwhile he felt a slight dizziness. "Here we go again..." He took from his inside jacket pocket a chocolate cigarette and began to eating it. When Miss Jane returned, with cash in hand, she could not help but ask: -That hypoglycaemia problem again? Have you gone to see a doctor?- -It's all under control. One sweet treat and I'm fine.- -Except your teeth will rot from all the damn sugar you swallow. -She shoved the money in his hand: -And now get out of here, I have to open the lounge. -Evening, Miss.- Shoving the money in his pocket, he walked back to his shop at a brisk pace. When he entered, he saw that Jesse was gone. Not that he had expected to find him still there, after all. "I almost feel sorry for ditching him so badly... Ah, but who has time to think about that; I have to prepare the gummy crocodiles and grenadine!"

Jesse returned to the front of the shop five minutes before closing time. He was clutching a brown paper bag with one hand, and found himself fiddling with the hem of his scarf with the other, just to pass the time. Finally he saw Billy come out to lock up; he approached him at a leisurely pace as he put the padlock to the shutter: -Hey, hello.- The other jumped up with a shriek, and putting his hand on his chest, recognising the actor he shouted: -You almost gave me a heart attack!!! Does tha look like the way?!?- Th darkie stifled the impulse to laugh on the spot: Billy had such a funny face at that moment. He handed him the bag: -I have a peace offering.- -Uhm?- Grabbing the object, he immediately opened it to examine its contents. It was sandwiches cut into triangles. -They're all for you. I thought you'd be hungry by now- the actor added, -In return I only ask to accompany you to... whatever place you need to return to.- -I don't need to be accompanied...- His stomach muttered slightly; the sweets he had eaten earlier had not been enough to satiate him, only delaying the need for a full meal. He grabbed a sandwich: -But if you want to, it's fine; I should warn you, however, that I also speak with my mouth full.- -I'll avoid watching you do it, then.-

The two set off towards the centre of Paris, in the residential area, wandering through increasingly deserted streets. It was Billy who broke the silence: -How come you brought me food?- -I thought I had offended you in some way, seeing how you cut the conversation short this afternoon.- Filling his mouth with a sandwich, his cheeks swollen, the other mumbled: -What the hell? No!- Jesse looked at him: with those funny protruding teeth and cheeks full of food he looked like a hamster. A smile came to his face. -What is it?- -Nothing.-

As Miss Jane threw out the rubbish and was about to close up in her turn, she noticed across the street Billy walking with a strange, tall, distinguished man. She stared at them for a while, muttering to herself: -Where did that handsome guy come from? Yeez. The little boy has more taste than I thought.-

Jesse took the conversation to another tone: -About today... I was serious when I was talking about taking an interest in you. I actually don't have many friends outside of show business, and we end up almost always talking about the same old things.- -Really?- Filling his mouth with another sandwich, he mumbled, scattering crumbs on the the floor: -You must be pretty bored if so little interests you.- -Little? For pity's sake, what drives you to have such a contemptible opinion of yourself?- -Ah, the list is long, but the sad story of my life can be summed up in a few words: absent parents, troubled adolescence, running away from home as soon as I turned 18... Take your pick. As for me as far as I'm concerned, I try to live day to day worrying only about my business.-

The actor did not know what to say. That boy who at first sight had seemed to him immature, cheerful and irreverent had, after all, his own reasons for not talking about his private affairs.

-Fortunately I'm not one of those who gets depressed about his past misfortunes, otherwise you would have called me a whiner!- joked Billy, who, having finished his meal, rolled up the bag and, locating a metal bucket, threw it in an attempt to go to the basket; he narrowly missed the target. -Argh!- He ran to retrieve the waste, followed at a slower pace by Jesse, -I never get it on the first shot!- He threw the paper ball into the basket, huffing. The other took a handkerchief from his pocket: -You have some sauce left on your cheek, wait...- -Huh?- Jesse wiped his face with a corner of the handkerchief, then smiled: -Done. The pink of the tuna doesn't match your freckles, you know?-

He received no reply. Billy stood motionless, staring at him with wide blue eyes. -Are you all right?- He slowly saw the boy's face turn redder and redder, going from a more mild to a true purple. Still without answering, he ran away so quickly that it took the actor a moment to realise he was gone. -What did I say?-

Back at home, if you can call it that, a tiny flat in total disarray, Billy  closed the door behind him and let his uniform jacket slip off his shoulders, took off his shoes without even untying the laces and threw them off, letting them go their way to finish the path by throwing himself face-first onto the bed, raising candy wrappers and wrinkled clothes, sighing heavily. He then curled up on his side, hugging the pillow, and threw his face into it, which had turned red like a traffic light; he began to make a sound like a little girl shrieking. It was not very common that they were kind to him.

#lucky luke #joe dalton #joyau #modern au #fanfiction #spin off #candyfloss #billy the kid #jesse james #calamity jane #morris

[awesomeforever]

Every item on this page was carefully chosen by a Veranda editor. We may earn commission on some of the items you choose to buy. A glowing new guard of historically inspired lighting reprises centuries of details and forms from 18th-century American to English Arts and Crafts. Centuries-old lighting designs are shining brighter today than ever before. From 19th-century glass bell jar lanterns and nimble English task lamps to early American gilded sconces, this glowing new guard of historic-inspired fixtures reprises antique details and forms. Lighting designers are embracing the past for today’s designs, resurrecting sculptural accents and patinaed metalwork for compelling new pieces. Here, our favorite historic-inspired light fixtures back for an electrifying encore. These photos were shot in the Dr. Oliver Bronson House, a National Historic Landmark tucked between the Hudson River and Catskill Mountains. This Hudson, New York, home was built in 1811–12 and renovated by architect Alexander Jackson Davis in the late 1830s. Meg Braff Designs’ riff on 19th century bell jar lanterns includes the glass caps that originally prevented candle soot from staining the ceiling. Shop all here Recalling the humble beauty of flickering tapers that once illuminated 18th-century American homes, the Ancram Double sconce celebrates the masterful handiwork of colonial metalworkers; forged iron arms extend from hand-hammered brass plating, easily holding a candle to their historic muses. Buy it here Designer W.A.S. Benson’s decorative ambitions might have been fueled by the Arts and Crafts movement, but the Englishman didn’t shun technological wins of the day—especially if they helped amplify elegance. Case in point, his innovative elbow joints brought agility of form to lighting, reimagined today in Hector Finch’s lithe Aubrey desk lamps. Shop all here In a boon for modern porticos, Vaughan’s Hawley lantern resurrects an 1830s antique, adapting its sublime details for outdoors. The original’s tapered fluting and sculptural finial return, as does fleur-de-lis-patterned fretwork that now repeats in double-banded detailing. A charming patinaed copper finish gives it aged gravitas inside or out. Buy it here Intriguing tales of early American interiors are chronicled in three mesmerizing tributes: a tin-and-glass English Box wall lantern with a crowning gilded shell motif, based on a 1750 design found in Virginia; an Oval Mirror sconce with hand-cut mirror wedges, reminiscent of 18th- and 19th-century styles; and the Beech Leaf sconce with gilded foliage inspired by Boston’s Liberty Tree of 1776. Shop all here Rescued from the ashes of World War II bombings, original London lanterns made their way to New Orleans’ French Quarter as battle-worn antiques. There, entrepreneur Andrew Bevolo, Sr., applied the same copper rivets from his wartime aviation work to revitalize the classic fixtures. Today they’re imagined in pure copper as the London Street Yoke lantern. Buy it here source

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2x2 Ceiling Tiles: Just What You Need To Know!

2 x 2 Ceiling Tiles: What to Know? Learn about 2x2 tiles' fire resistance and other perks.

You've undoubtedly pondered what to look for if you're in the market for ceiling tiles. Two by two in size, ceiling tiles are a lovely and adaptable way to adorn your house. These tiles are ideal for bringing personality to any area and suit a broad range of décor.

Continue reading to learn more about the most common varieties of 2x2 tiles and advice for selecting the ideal combination for your purposes.

Advantages and disadvantages

Continue reading to discover more about the advantages and disadvantages of using 2x2 ceiling tiles. After all, they take up little space and may be put on both walls and ceilings. So, how do you choose the ideal 2x2 ceiling tiles?

Advantages

Mineral Fibres Ceiling Tiles 

You've certainly seen mineral fiber ceiling tiles before, but you may not understand how beneficial they may be. These tiles may replace various materials, including tin, drywall, and gypsum. 

They also look good and may be used to replace discolored or worm-holed tiles. Here's how they stack up:

Mineral fiber tiles are an excellent alternative to suspended ceilings if you want to save money. 

These ceiling tiles are made from recycled newspaper, mineral wool, and fiberglass and are a long-lasting, low-cost solution. 

These mineral fiber ceiling tiles are great for heavy traffic or plenum areas since they do not need a grid system. 

They also come in various colors, making them excellent for interior design projects.

Installation Style

There are several advantages to adopting 2x2 ceiling tiles. Most small panels are lightweight and cover a vast area, making them an excellent option for tight spaces. 

The lightweight, functional tiles may be placed into a grid network to conceal pipes, cables, and ventilation ducts. They may even be used to hide behind walls. However, before putting them on your ceiling, you need to know the installation style.

Measure the area that has to be covered before placing ceiling tiles. Ensure the tiles are four to six inches away from the ceiling beams or cross members. 

If you have a little room, you may need to work longitudinally to get to the target area. 

The most available grid space in this scenario is between diagonally opposed corners. It would help if you used caution to prevent cracking and distortion of the tiles.

Fire-resistance

You must understand the fire resistance of 2x2 roof and ceiling tiles. The American Society for Testing and Materials (ASTM) Test E-119 determines the fire-resistant classification. The grade indicates how long a ceiling assembly can withstand spreading fire. 

Ceiling tiles cannot be rated; their usage only classes them in a whole ceiling installation. A 2-hour rating, for example, is intended for use in a ceiling installation.

It would help if you chose a ceiling tile based on its surface-burning properties—UL tests building materials to assess their fire resistance. The Surface Burning Characteristics Rating (SBCR) of a construction material affects how it behaves in a fire. 

If the classification is Class A or B, the material is almost entirely non-flammable. Similarly, a Class B or C classification indicates that the substance is flammable. A low grade is unsuitable for use as a ceiling finish and is illegal in most jurisdictions.

Simple to work with

Working with 2x2 ceiling tiles has several advantages. They cover a large area and allow for fewer tiles without losing quality. The tiles are lightweight and straightforward to install in the suspended ceiling grid network. They may be used to conceal pipes, cables, and ventilation ducts. The beauty of this flexible cloth will wow you!

Disadvantages

2x2 ceiling tile problems.

If you're thinking of installing 2x2 ceiling tiles in your house or company, you should be aware of a few potential issues. 

These include a lack of durability, installation complexity, and removal difficulty. 2x2 ceiling tiles are difficult to remove and replace due to their exposed form. 

Taste evolves throughout time, and modifications are unavoidable. On the other hand, acoustic ceiling tiles are easy to alter and relocate to another house or workplace. 

Furthermore, if the tiles get broken, they can be readily replaced.

The most important takeaway! The Ceilings Tiles sell 2x2 ceiling tiles at a reasonable price. If you want to update your ceiling, you may use 2x2 ceiling tiles from us, which can be installed on practically any grid system.

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Nadene and Sam this 1832 pub into a stunningly unique home in England. Nadene said when they first saw it, it had miles of Formica laminate on walls and surfaces, so it wasn’t exactly her dream house.

We begin the tour on the ground floor. They exposed a sandstone fireplace in the dining room.

Nadene found the oval 60s teak dining table in a local charity shop and the couple have surrounded it with deep, green leather nightclub swivel chairs from eBay. A French glass-fronted and sided linen cabinet displays Nadene’s eclectic collection of glassware.

The kitchen features gray cabinets and block beech wood surfaces. Two porthole windows face out and have been cleverly lit with blue LEDs.

Due to the lack of a period feel, Nadene and Sam decided to opt for a relaxed vibe on the ground floor including a 70s record player and deco cocktail cabinet.

Nadene painted the Art Deco cocktail cabinet red.

On the main floor the drawing room ceiling is papered with American tin tile wallpaper.

In the old fireplace stands a lovely antique stove.

On the walls of the drawing room are a superb Alan Rankle landscape and a big Stuart Duff limited edition of a snub-nosed Smith & Wesson

The loo itself is superb. Nadene had always wanted to paint a room black and decided this was the one.

Centerpiece of the first landing is a heavy Victorian mirror on an Italian half-console flanked by Victorian corbels.

On the top floor, a spare bedroom is divided into a sitting room with a hideaway bed tucked up in the eaves

The house is full of beautiful artwork.

The double bed and the bunk bed above it were made from the same wood as Nadene and Sam’s own bed.

Nadene and Sam’s raised bed, accessed by a mini staircase, offers enviable views out to sea.

The ceiling above the bay window has been painted with clouds and sky and beneath it is a tailor’s dummy in an antique smoking jacket and top hat.

On the wall are mounted two seven-foot high ‘tablets’ of the ten commandments reclaimed from a church.

To reach the bath, one has to climb to a gallery, with banisters and ceiling painstakingly copper-leafed by Nadene’s artist friend.

The window is, at first sight, stained glass but it is actually made from a collection of vintage glass plate travel photographs.

The whole bathroom has been modelled around Nadene’s magnificent copper bath.

A door in one corner of the lobby leads into a superb wet room, tiled in silver slate, allowing Nadene and Sam to come straight off the beach and through into the shower.

Wooden panels used to line the shower and portions of the bathroom walls are actually ceramic tiles.

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#converted english pub #unique home #eclectic decor #long post

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location: hotel, third floor. closed for: hotel besties !! ( @sparrowmoore, @jovidicamillo, @calimarks, @suraj-s-dream, @httpbryce  )

          floor three is too small to be housing this many people. they’re crammed in, sardines in a tin, and the air in the hotel is fraught like a horror movie. sparrow was right ; this is full on kubrick’s the shining vibes. bridget breaks the tension with the snap of a bright blue bubble of gum against her lips and scoops the gum back into her mouth with her tongue. “not to be dramatic, but rounding up the trailer trash and shoving us in some lame motel for an unspecified period of time? triggering.” plus she’s bored shitless, so provoking conversation is the least she can do to stop someone from suggesting an ice breaker activity. ( her bets are on would you rather, two truths and a lie or singing ‘this little light of mine’ ). “it’s a total coloniser move. feel like i’m about to be hate-crimed.” where the fuck is elliot? bridget drags a chair across the hallway, props it up against the bookcase and stands on it, holding her phone in the air, searching for bars. still nothing. “this is the worst. what’s the point in being involved in a traumatic event if i can’t even live-blog it? i’m totally gonna draft a load of tweets in the notes app of my phone to post when this shit’s over like an asian-american mary shelley.” she thinks better of it and fetches her DSLR from her rucksack instead, thankful that it was one of the few things she had on her when the storm hit. the battery’s on sixty percent— good enough. bridget flips off the lens cap and begins to shoot, her eye against the focus finder as she pans around the hotel corridor. people respond to crisis in different ways — some with anger, like the guy slamming his fists against the ( predictably ) out of service elevator, some with isolation, like the kid holed up in the laundry room playing wordle on his phone. bridget responds by immortalising her immediate surroundings through fiction or film. there’s a family sharing a packet of chips and someone ugly-crying at the end of the hall. why hadn’t she thought of documenting this before? this is the kind of shit that film festivals would eat up ! actual trauma happening real-time? hello sundance grand jury prize for documentary !

        there’s a grate in the ceiling above them. from on top of the bookshelf she could probably reach it, check if there’s a wifi signal up there, and although she knows better than to go crawling through an air vent in a storm, she’s bored out of her mind, plus it could make for good cinematography. gotta think about that mise-en-scene. “hey, would you give me a leg up?” she asks, closing in on another occupant of the hallway, camera still rolling. she’d shoot from now until she ran out of film. it was more authentic that way. “i’m gonna go shoot some b-roll in that ventilation shaft.” proper stranger things-style — she loves that show — bridget just hopes she doesn’t have a john bender moment and fall through the ceiling. “you coming or what?”

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DIY Melody’s Recording Studio

Melody is thrilled to be in the recording studio with her brother Dwayne. He invited her to sing backup vocals on his album, and now she’s getting the chance to record a few solo songs too! She stands in the recording booth and waits for her cue. Then she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and lets the music flow from her soul. ♬ ♩ ♬ ♩

This studio was a DIY project that my mom and I worked on together while I was visiting my parents. She recently got her Melody doll, and is now eager to spoil her with things like this.  

We based the recording studio on the one that American Girl has in Melody’s collection. 

We didn’t have a tutorial or building plans to work with, so we had a lot of guesswork and improvising to do here. We watched a lot of video reviews and looked at up-close pictures of each detail. This one is sized a little larger than AG’s product, which looks a bit out of proportion for Melody.   

I helped out with the small details and the graphic design, while she built the walls, floors, and structures. (She was working on this while I was building Maryellen’s diner. Pictures of that to come tomorrow.)

The speakers on the wall are cardboard covered in soft fabric, and there’s a little board holding up a sign that says “10:00 session: Melody”. The window lets her get visual cues from the sound engineer in the other room. 

I did a web search to find images of sheet music for “Lift Every Voice and Sing” and “This Little Light of Mine” and printed them out small. Her music stand is an AG product; it came with a violin set. Her headphones are My Life As brand. 

There’s a microphone mounted to the ceiling; it’s made from fabric and some thin flexible aluminum. On the wall is the record made by her brother’s group, The Three Ravens. I downloaded and printed a picture of the album that comes with Melody’s accessories, and the record is just black and red paper.  

The engineer’s table is on the other side. This was built from foam board and spray painted brown. The look of soundproofing on the walls was made by lightly flicking black paint onto the white boards.  

My mom bought a doll-sized swivel chair for this, but it hadn’t arrived by the time I had to leave to go home. In the first picture, Marco is sitting on a homemade chair. 

There’s a recording schedule hanging above the table, made from a printed image of a calendar that I customized to read “January 1964″ at the top. The “Quiet Please” sign is illuminated from behind by some LED tealights, but it’s hard to see it in full sunlight. 

The telephone was made by painting a mint tin for the base. The buttons are rectangles of black craft foam. The receiver was made from three parts: the middle part is the handle from a plastic milk jug; the mouthpiece and earpiece were made from plastic caps from small containers. The cord was made from a bracelet.

Here’s a closeup of the reels and the dials. The reels are made from silver scrapbook paper, the buttons on the bottom are beads, the buttons in the middle are craft foam, and the dials are printables.

The control table is a mix of buttons, beads, printed images, and craft foam. The microphone is wire covered in silver tape with some felt at the end. 

Bonus appearance from my girls, the Dusty Mountain Dollies, an up-and-coming bluegrass band!

They had a recording session in the studio after Melody finished. Rumor has it they’re putting together their second album!

♩  ♬   ♩  ♬ 

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